Staring at Rhia, Janos suddenly cocks his head to one side. He quickly looks around, but then returns to the position as if listening for something. "I...I heard that. Rhia, I heard it too." He looks at the others. "Some...thing, was telling us that the name is for someone keeping the prisoners in place. A woman's name, one who died. And she's only keeping them in place for now." He shivers. "Is that how it always is Rhia?"

"Wait, Rhia. Didn't you speak of one of the criminals who died in Harrowstone? He spelled out victims names in blood?"

Janos sighs. "Researching this could take all day again, and we were hopig to get some answers in Harrowstone itself. Then again, if we don't learn what we can about what's going on, we might find ourselves in over our heads."

Sheriff Caeller:
"I can understand you'd want answers,
but the fact that the animals avoid that place tells most of us it's cursed land.
If you enter there you'd better be prepared for even the nine hells itself."

"Understood. Thank you very much Sheriff."
He walks the group away from the monument, the gathered crowd, and the sheriff.

"If we can believe the spirit voices, the one who is in danger is already dead. I don't know what that means, but it could be that the townsfolk are actually safe." He sighs. "The Sheriff doesn't seem keen on us visiting Harrowstone, and I hate to get on his bad side. But if the Professor was killed because he was getting too close to the Whispering Way's efforts in Harrowstone, then we need to find out."

A sagging wood and metal gate set between a pair of stone
guard towers once barred entrance into Harrowstone, but the
gates now hang negligently open, creaking softly in what wind
touches the ruined bars.